"Oh? And this?" Wu Mian looked at Taoist Lin in surprise and said, "your father is so lazy. How can he raise children?"


    "There was a flood one year, and my father saw the river..."


    "Speak well. Do you want to say you still have letters?" Wu Mian smiled. "That''s Tang Sanzang."


    "Young martial uncle, really, that''s what my father told me." Taoist Lin said, "he picked me up and said I was out of breath. He didn''t think I could live. He fed me some rice soup, but I got up the next morning."


    "Life is hard!" Wu Mian praised.


    "That''s right. You don''t see who I am!" Taoist Lin said with his chest up.


    "And then?"


    "Just take care of me. If my father stutters, I''ll stutter. But when I go to school, I suffer. My father doesn''t know why he starts to have a fit. When he comes back to test my homework every day, he hits the palm of his hand if he doesn''t write correctly." talking about the past, Taoist Lin is a little sad.


    "I said Lao Lin, you are a man with a son. You shouldn''t adopt a child just to beat him on the palm of his hand." Wu Mian smiled.


    "How could it be? Since my boy went to school, I beat him every day until I couldn''t beat him in high school."


    "Tut Tut, after that, your son came back to inherit the family property... It''s said that your way of educating your children is wrong," Wu Mian said.


    "Cut, little martial uncle, you don''t know how difficult it is to take care of children. That''s what I said. At that time, I was at the Taoist temple every day and had to watch the children do their homework at night. Others said he was a wild seed of Taoist, and I had to do psychological counseling. You don''t know how difficult it was for me to feed the children with a handful of shit and urine."


    "Little martial uncle, i... it''s too difficult..." Taoist Lin sighed.


    "That''s not enough."


    "Alas, isn''t this what my father taught me from childhood? I''ve been thinking about it since I had some money. But now the whole social legal system is sound. I can''t just talk to the neighborhood committee like my father raised me at that time."


    Then Taoist Lin turned to look at Wu Mian and asked, "little martial uncle, Lin Yun is an adoption. The formalities have been completed. What will happen in the future?"


    "Do you still want these things?" Wu Mian looked at Taoist Lin curiously.


    "Isn''t there a fund? The money transferred by Xiangjiang Zhuang''s family last time can be paid in." Taoist Lin said, "there''s a lot of money. Little martial uncle, you don''t care. How can you manage the money without someone."


    "I have a professional actuary. Don''t worry. I can''t use you." Wu Mian said with a smile, "Lao Lin, what are you going to do?"


    "Laogua mountain is a mountain I contracted. I can change the initial mode. It''s several decades away from its expiration." Taoist Lin said, gently touching the stone tablet behind him with his fist. "It''s already here. I always want to achieve my father''s wish, isn''t it?"


    "Sometimes good deeds don''t pay well, you know." Wu Mian said seriously.


    Although this is not pleasant to hear, it should be said first. However, Wu Mian estimated that Taoist Lin understood this. After all, they were all rolling people in the Jianghu and would not have unrealistic young people''s fantasies.


    "I don''t care so much. Who am I?" Taoist Lin smiled. "I''m immortal Lin and an expert in the world. If others want to punish me, they have to worry about it. Especially after you come back, the incense is more prosperous. Besides, even if someone scolds me, you must kill me, martial uncle."


    "Yes," said Wu Mian faintly, "Lao Lin, look at the book recently."


    "Little martial uncle, I can''t read this." Taoist Lin said with a sad face. "Since you came back, I''ve bought textbooks for women and children inside and outside. You know ha, reading textbooks doesn''t have the power to brush short videos. I''m sleepy after reading two pages. I can''t remember what I read when I sleep."


    Wu Mian put his right hand on the base of the stone tablet and gently knocked on the marble table, as if thinking about something.


    "I''d like to see it, but I''m too old to remember." Taoist Lin explained this matter while Wu Mian looked in a good mood, "Little martial uncle, why don''t you send me a professional doctor? I''ll prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine for my headache. Plus acupuncture, I''ve been treating villagers like this all these years. But after all, I''m not a doctor. Don''t delay if I have difficult and miscellaneous diseases."


    "Ten and nine doctors, that''s good. Lao Lin, who did you learn traditional Chinese medicine from?"


    "It''s mainly taught by my father. When I went to school, I learned a little more from a traditional Chinese medicine teacher. Mr. Zhou, people have long disappeared." Taoist Lin said, "little martial uncle, don''t expect me to read, really don''t expect me."


    Wu Mian thought about things and ignored Taoist Lin.


    "Little martial uncle, what do you think?" Taoist Lin asked when he saw that Wu Mian was worried. "The people who lived here a few days ago look very dignified."


    "Style?"


    "When I made tea for him, he looked enthusiastic and talked a lot. He was proficient in the tea ceremony. But the tea maker''s house I made didn''t drink a mouthful. I guess I was afraid of poisoning? Who needs to take the water when going out. Why do you think the foreign devil said so much about us? Look at the ancient monster."


    "Ha ha." Wu Mian thought about Aowen''s habit. It''s true.


    "Little martial uncle, the man left me a painting and calligraphy when he finally left. Take a look? I checked the Internet. It may be the authentic work of Xu Wei." Taoist Lin said.


    "Keep it for you. If you want to sell it, I''ll take you to Sotheby''s auction house when I have time. It''s estimated that it can sell for thousands."


    "That''s a little bit." Taoist Lin was disappointed. Seeing that little martial uncle didn''t ask what calligraphy and painting it was, and was not interested in distinguishing the true from the false, he directly gave a buy it now price, which was empty in his heart.


    "Thousands of dollars?" Wu Mian joked, "tens of millions."


    “……”


    "Keep it well. The mountain is wet. Don''t damp your calligraphy and paintings. If you can''t keep it, ask someone or deposit it in the safe of the Swiss bank."


    "It''s expensive to keep it."


    "HMM." Wu Mian said absently, looking at the stars. Chu Zhixi and Lin Yun laughed faintly in the distance.


    Leaning back on the stone tablet and feeling the temperature left by the sun during the day, Wu Mian gradually warmed up.


    "Little martial uncle..."


    "Lao Lin, why do you talk so much?"


    "It used to be good. I brush short videos every day and enjoy myself. Recently, I really don''t have any fun watching Lin Yun every day. At the thought of the child''s going to school, my worried hair is white."


    Then Taoist Lin put his head in front of Wu Mian and pointed, "little martial uncle, have a look."


    "Lao Lin, you are very divided."


    "It''s OK. It''s not as divided as you think. I''ve been thinking about doing as many good things as possible and enjoying my old age. I haven''t thought about anything else. I''m too tired."


    "Lao Lin, I don''t have anyone on hand. Why don''t I send Wei Dabao?"


    "No, little martial uncle!" Taoist Lin hurriedly said, "if you send Wei dabaolai, I might as well read from the beginning myself."